Black Magic Woman

I have always suspected i have magical powers and over the last week i have proof. So you who is planning to take panga with me…beware! Unfortunately these magical powers only work in troubling people, i haven’t been successful in doing any “good” yet.

So on Friday, my colleagues and i went out for lunch and i drove everyone to the nearby mall. One of the guys – lets call him RA, kept making fun of Swiffy Reddy (my red swift for the ignorant). Yeah Swiffy reddy is now old and a lit bit of her seat stuffing is coming out – but she is my baby and hmmmph to you who are mean to her.

I made a passing comment to RA about not showing off just coz he has a new sparkling car…Guess what come Sunday – he goes shopping, comes back and finds a BIG dent on his car and an even BIGGER SCRATCH!!!

of course i laughed my evil laugh…what did u expect from the ‘angelic nut’

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Anyway so i warned the Tall one about my powers but of course the man paid no heed. The next morning, he had to awake early for a call with the US. He woke up with multiple alarms, i tried – i really tried hard not to smack him for that (See how nice i am!). The man awakes to find that his call has been postponed and he can’t go back to sleep.

Also at that point of time, he thinks i look “pet-able” and it is his birth right to come and try to “pet me”…I tell him very nicely to pls get lost…but no he persists – I get up and yell! (hello, morning sleep, stubble, cranky nut – what do u expect?). The man is scared and goes off to make tea.

My sleep spoilt, a very cranky nut wakes up and demands to be entertained. The Tall one refuses. The audacity of the man i tell u.

Anyway, while drinking his tea, he spills the tea on himself. After much dancing around and commenting on how critical parts of his body had been missed, he finally heard a giggly nut tell him to go put cold water on his “burnt” body.

Screaming and with a lot of drama the man goes to the bathroom and attempts to open the tap. As with most comedies, the shower comes on and drenches.

The Nut is entertained!!!
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Dont take panga with me i say!
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In other news, isn’t the late pataudi just so hot – Why Saif do you have to look so much like your mother. The Husband is not even taking offence to my open leching because of the senior patuadi’s age…

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Yay an Award and more about me!

Yay!!! Miss Merry Musings has very kindly awarded me with the versatile blogger award. Thank you Merry Musing, you are very kind. I have just started reading her blog and am enjoying it, and i am so thrilled to know that she is a fellow Chalet School fan. You hardly ever find any in the world.

Thanks Merry Musing, this will help dust off the cobwebs from my blog and speak about my favourite topic…Ummm Me! Ok the rules of the award are
1. Thank the person for the award – Thank you Madame!
2. Share 7 random facts about yourself
3. Pass on the award.

So here are 7 random things about Me:

1. I am P-E-T-R-I-F-I-E-D of birds. I can handle cockroaches, rats, lizards and the like but a bird setting on my window is Na-Da. I shudder to drive away the bird even through a closed window. The cruel eyes and beaks scare the S*** out of me. I have a major “ick” factor and can’t even pick up feathers which might inadvertently fly into the house. Even While i type this i feel my fear!!

Pls note messages on how cute birds are will not be tolerated in MY SPACE…yuck imagine cute birds mentioned in my blog for posterity

2. I am clumsy on my feet. I have a tendency to fall on/twist my ankles on ummm Flat roads. I dont need heals or gaddhas on the road to assist me. I have successfully fallen down any steps i decide to descend unless I walk down the steps – like a baby – right foot first, wait for left foot, left foot arrives and then move on to the next steps.

Useless information: Earliest memory of the Tall One in B-school was him looking shocked at a very embarrassed me sliding down the steps on my bum!!!

3. I talk to myself while walking alone. I used to think of it as thinking in my head until i one day actually heard my voice speak to me. And until recently i thought a lot of people did this until the Tall one very kindly called me “weird” for wanting to go for my walk once the sun set so that people can’t make out i am talking to myself.

4. I still need to hug my teddy bear to go to sleep. Mr President is critical to my sleeping habits. The Tall one has long since learnt to accept that. Though i do see him occasionally give the little bear a nudge or a shove when he thinks i aint looking

5. I am a weird “drinker” of alcoholic beverages. I don’t get what people enjoying about drinking – but i drink myself silly every new year, feel ill and declare myself off alcohol for the rest of the year causing people to believe that i am pregnant.
No it is not the paunch which is causing that thought

6. I have the annoying habit (i am told it is annoying by the man i married) of animating everything. Everyonething has life and will be named and will talk to you in moments of distress. Case in point…Swiffy reddy who stamps her foot when ppl talk of buying a new car. Swiffy reddy is our red swift Ok dont book my place in the psychiatry word yet. I am not done. One more random fact to go.

7. As a kid if i was engrossed in a book, i took it everywhere so much so that i used to walk on the road with a nose in a book causing a concerned neighbour to complain to my mom as to how oblivious i was of the traffic. I am not telling whether i still do the same.

I pass on the award to the lovely Celestial Rays. I love her blog and usually read them unread until i can be sure there will be absolutely no interruptions from the real world. From food, to blogging about AB, to bald men to fashion – CR covers them all in style. But of course her best blogs will always be the memoirs of her father. Take it away Celestial Rays.

Wordless Wednesday – the tear jerker

Well thank you for your sympathies and the get well soons…but i think that this is critical given that my drama queen status is being fiercely fought for by Di and Sags.

The Mummified Look:

Post the mummified look, we go in for the stitched up look:

Now now…dont cry for me – am all better…

* gross as they are – all photos are the property of nuttie natters*